A Lot of Sky

“Man, oh man, what a lot of sky!” Melly sang out as she woke in the morning, springing to her feet and racing to the window. “What a lot of dirt, you mean,” her twin sister Mal grumbled as she rolled out of bed. Melly laughed. “Oh, don’t be such a sourpuss, Mal,” she said …

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Toby

Toby was lying by the side of the road when Mac found him. “Oh no, boy,” Mac said, kneeling by Toby’s prostrate form. “What happened to you? We gotta get you to a hospital.” So saying, Mac gently cradled Toby in a blanket, placed him in the car, and then drove as fast as he …

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The Philanthropist

Allen G Custerton was known for his generosity. Every year, he donated oodles of cash to the various worthy organizations in and around Donortown. Women’s shelters, international non-profits, you name it, he donated to it. People waved at him as he drove by in his BMW, and stopped him on the streets to thank him …

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The Great Writer

Louisa was going to be a great writer someday. That’s what she told everyone. “I’m working on my novel,” she said to when out to dinner with friends. “It’s such hard work. I spent nearly an hour yesterday writing a couple hundred words,” she told her sister. “The characters keep talking to me in my …

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The Visitor

“My cousin Mark is coming to visit this afternoon,” Martin said as he played golf with his friends in the morning. “That’s great,” his friend Darren replied. “How long is he staying?” “Not long. He’s on his way to Europe and had a layover. So I invited him over for dinner and offered to let …

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The Crown of Old Age

There wasn’t a dry eye in the room. Nona’s small bedroom was crammed with children, grandchildren, and great grandchildren, all come to say goodbye for one last time to their beloved matriarch. But there was one missing. “Where is Sylvia?” the adults murmured to one another when they stepped out of the room for a …

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The True Friend

“Will you play catch with me?” Krista asked, standing at the door to Joey’s bedroom. She was holding a softball and the glove Dad had bought her for her sixth birthday last month. “Not right now,” ten-year-old Joey said, rolling off his bed and grabbing his mitt. “Duncan and the others are waiting for me …

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Rabbit

Don’t touch the rabbit! Grandma saidThe rabbit with the silver headTucked in a bag, to keep him clean,But he was lonely, I could see.I reach inside, I pat his cheek,Leaving behind a muddy streakGrandma pretended not to seeShe knew that Rabbit needed me   Note: For Vivian Kirkfield’s contest: https://viviankirkfield.com/wp-comments-post.php Thank you for this opportunity! …

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